Spooky and a slice of cake.

After the postman fiasco, Ian the spider costume was hiding somewhere, so Ninjaraffe and I had to head into town for some groceries.
Usually, we'd send Ian. He had an ample space inside him to keep shopping (well, being a costume, he had enough space to fit a grown man... or at least a midget).

Ninjaraffe passes unnoticed through town (it's the ninja training, y'see) and we had an easy time heading to the local store to pick-up the essentials.

"Fudge?"
"Yep," I told Ninjaraffe. "Got that."
"Nail polish?"
"You know," I started. "I didn't think you'd be allowed that, being a ninja..."
"You have to be in-touch with your feminine side, don't you?"
"I guess so," I hesitantly agreed. "Got that."
"Cheese?"
"Cheese?"
"Cheese."
"Cheese." I ticked my list. "What else?"
"Ian wants some porn."
"I'm not buying him porn!" I protested.

At that point, a loud scream came from one of the aisles.

"GHOST!"